Everyday I'm Hustlin'.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

While delaying getting out of bed this morning to have breakfast and look for a house, I decided to Google myself. Found some interesting results.

1. The King of Siam had one just like her only with Gold fittings. She was reserved for Louis Egan and guests of the lodge.

2. In 1867, Father Constantine Louis Egan built the large red brick building that would serve primarily as a Dominican novitiate and seminary.

3. Louis Egan Rats mob may have been involved. - Fateful Rendezvous: The Life of Butch O'Hare (Steve Ewing, John B. Lundstrom.)4. Louis Egan is a rather weak Link, low on charm, high on mumbled lines.

5. This three piece lineup featuring Louis Egan, Rob Patrice and Marty Bouma play a raw and fresh, yet classic brand of new and old music. (Unfortunately, this one is the only one that is actually about me, though the previous one is scarily accurate.)

Friday, July 30, 2010

I fly off to Europe tomorrow, with a new haircut and most of my possessions, and I don't plan on coming back for a while. I'll be living in my sister's toolshed for a while in Puglia, then I relocate to Spain, probably to live in someone else's toolshed. I'm a little bit afraid, mainly of having my jet-lagged, mule-packed self robbed blind in Rome, but the fear is all part of the adventure, and as Crazy Joe Divola says, "Fear is our most primal emotion." (The Opera, Season 4.)

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

This morning, I was walking to work in the rain, against the crowds on Eddy Avenue. I was about to pass two well-dressed middle-aged women, who had also neglected to bring an umbrella. One looked at me, then said to her companion:

"See, prettyboy doesn't need an umbrella."

I felt flattered because she implied I was tough, then offended because she called me 'prettyboy', then flattered because she implied I was pretty.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

good week. worked mostly and it was really hard, i spilt someone's coffee on my new cardigan and burnt my leg but my boss just laughed at me anyway hahaha. i have NO IDEA what i'm going to wear to ghostface which is less than a month away and i'm SO EXCITED!!!! i'm going with hugh and elle haha she's a funny girl. hugh always makes fun of me for liking gil scott heron but it's okay because he said he's gonna buy me the seinfeld box set.

ive been saving so much money because i havent been going out at all, funny hey. mainly because my phonme ran out of credit and i can't call the people i know the numbers of. otherwise i totally would have gone out but probably shouldnt because im saving for ghostface and and the flyest pair of dunks and would probably run into a certain chai cino with half a teaspoon of honey and it would be so awkward. arrrrrrrgh it makes me so angry when i think about how he snubbed me.

i had a dream last night it was so weird. a girl i met once got me drunk and resculpted my face and i was so angry. it was heaps trippy.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Louis: I'd probably be after a small.Jack: Alright. (Looks shelf up and down, then looks me up and down.) Jesus, you're a slightly built gentleman aren't you!Louis: Umm...yes. A bit...on the skinny side, I suppose.Jack: Bloody oath you are!

Menswear is tougher than it looks, kid.

On another note, Angels and Demons comes out this week, and those who know me will know that I have a soft spot for outrageous plotlines that revolve around conspiracy theories and ancient brotherhoods. Now I just have to find someone to go with me.

Some months ago, Amy, Pete and I found a lost kitten trapped in a drain. Despite her real name being Missy, we ironically named her Houdini, after her poor escaping abilities. Manny wasn't as happy with her presence as we were, and made a point of letting us know. One night with Houdini in the house was all the excitement that we could bear, and we promptly returned her to her grateful keepers across the street.

Monday, March 16, 2009

The thing; whether it be simply a piece of music, or any activity of importance, with music being a metaphor for said activity, is of no real significance, if its rhythm, literal or otherwise, does not have the relentless forward motion or the historical and sociological significance of the feel decribed as 'swing'.